Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

We know out to drink 'til y'all throw up
We know y'all sittin' on
We know y'all reppin' your
But how many y'all

Bounce that ass, them cribs
Let me see the mobbin' niggaz talk shit
While muthatfuckaz be scummy
And'll go for the

Ready to ride when holdin' a lick
Thugs the Chevy's, thugs with the trucks
The real gun runner run when he bust
Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a 'dro

Sippin' with a fifty sack under the
Hoes ass and no gut
Let me see you jiggle it from side to
Niggaz if it's static then me the strap

Gonna ride my ride
All the hoes that'll freaky niggaz, with the
Let's get buck up in the
And all my soldiers, out, gangstas, mob up
All the on the block

Anny up on the fin and let's go get us a
too, we got a custom 'Lac, hustlin' pack
Til a nigga bust, bustin' back
Guys that'll roll dice and win
Girls with that show the skin

Real niggaz mind your friend at the pen
Real hoes let best friend know about men
I be squeezin' ass
And'll a full glass disappear like a genie
to the LOX and Beanie

While hoes backin' that thang up on my weenie
It's like no nigga in the could see me
I Ruff Ryde with Drag-On
Rollin' up big in a Mercedes
If you want we got bombs

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Gotta kick shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz
For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups and ball in our
What do a say when he say Drag-On and Twista?
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, let's ride, feel me

By know everybody should know, that the kid tight
And this kid spit light
And the bitch I don' fucked last night
I don't give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a mic

'Cause the muthafuckin' magazine that I read
Is when I buy my gun it
How many bullets you could digest in that one
I y'all run from it

And the from the Calico, I gotta go
Make it, pimp, a lot of hoes
I'm the same muthafucka that's countin' that
Cookin' coke to a pot of gold

'Cause my is every color top that crackhead cop
I care I gotta cap me a cop
As long as I got enough to cop me
A drop, pop glocks

Drag, up boots by watchin' co-op's in convo at condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case creep upon me
I run up on y'all in a cab a meter on me
And the only on is me

And the only one bleedin' is you, tryin' to breeze me
All the Roc is E N Y C E in the NYC the white T
All I do is argue

F, R Y D E, D R A G, to the dash O N
Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it y'all, niggaz soakin'
With your open

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the up, slow down
Drag, Twista, up
These muthafuckaz know what's real out here
(They sure don't)
This is 2
(Volume 2)
Nigga, so, get

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Whether murder or beat, my flow be philosophical
Smokin' on tropical, all missions impossible
When I up the at you, I'ma pop at you
If your momma cry nothin' I could do

Should not've fucked Mr. Illogical
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, you break it
You to shapey, can't take it, wanna see you naked
I don' drunk a boo muthafucka so you I'm lit up
Everybody get up, spin a Twista, it's a stick up

This where the shit pick up, let me load clip up
Lust pour me liquor, Flame-On and Twista
Let's see if you who'll miss ya
I love the dirty that's why I gotta dirty mouth that'll burn you out

Tell your bitch I got a dick that'll her out
Especially when I tell her around, I don' hurt her now
Shit'll back and I think it's time to get murdered now
I'm tired of silly clowns, spittin' out weak shit, like my shit

You gon' make me pull a all
Standin' in front of crib with that gasoline and that lighter
Now hit, we won't miss ya, and Twista
(Puttin' it on 'em)